I'm better for the longer path:
the detours through the streets
of three AM and flashing lights;
the meadows busy with
the insect swirl; the leafy road
through unkempt crowds of trees -
all bearing forth the easy load
of ever-shifting skies.
I'll finish where I started out
but still too far away
to measure, since you measure that
in miles of time - a day
to look back over all I've seen
and treasure what was there.
No moans of missing everywhere
or what I haven't done.
JBMulligan has had poems and stories in dozens of magazines, including recently, Inkspill, Red River Review, Cafe Irreal, Stone's Throw, Perceptions, and Vox Humana, has had two chapbooks published: The Stations of the Cross and THIS WAY TO THE EGRESS, and also has appeared in the anthology Inside Out: A Gathering of Poets